Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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MY ARTIST FRIEND America is God's country. So say many people in Europe. It is for this reason. that many of the French come over to America. One spring day, Madame De Visine set out of the United States. She boarded a large steamer with spacious salons, dining halls, ball rooms, etc, She had reserved an outside cabin with tw.o portholes. Every morning Madame De Visine rose bright and early. She enjoyed sitting in her deck chair, watching the waves. lash themselves against the sides of the steamer. The salt air strength' ened her, and many times a day, she promef naded .around the deck. This was the best way to take advantage of a sea trip. r i t Madame De Visne was an artist, She knew not whether she had better opportuf inities in France or the United States, but she was a headstrong woman and' was willing to live in the country which best fitted her. After six days had passed, land .could be seen in the distance, it was, no doubt, New York. What are those square tall things on the mainland? Yes, those tall stone structures, some perhaps Hfty or more stories high? Where was the art in building these strucf tures? No, the first impression of New York was too much for Madame De Visine. 1 She had been 'accustomed to seeing 'l'opera, Veglise de' la Madeleine, l'arc de Triomphe and other masterpieces of artfi and these buildings were mere stories put one otr top of the other to her. ii Madame De Visine, nevertheless, was happy on her trip, but she was evenvhappier when she boarded the next steamer to 'Le Havre-. - I ' - -. Madeleine Houpert A ROUGH VOYAGEQ , gif.. :A heavy mist hung over the route. A Water, rushed and .splashed against her plated sides,- as- the ,wind lashed inall herfury. The large map .in the pilot's compartment showed it to be the roughest part ofthe trip. The cargo was shifting, placing passengers in great dan' ger. The running lights could scarcely he seen. As they ran-alongthe coastlbefore the wind, a heavy waterflogged voice frequently inquired: ls this the Post. Road? . A John Ehrbar . RELATIONS In the foot hills of the Rockies in Canada, there is a pinefclad hill down which tumbles a natural freshet of clear, cold water., In a small, natural clearing stands a, sturdy, weatherfbeaten cabin of sweetfsmelling pine. Its rough door is open as is the only window of the cabin, for it is Springtime and the earth has just rid- herself of the ,blanket of snow. There is a lazy ,feeling in the air which is reflected by the appearance of the man standing in the doorfway.. I say stand' ing, but I might say reclining on his feet, --if such a thing is possible. His browned face was turned towards a heap of split logs that might be called a wood pile if it was not scattered about so. From the shadow cast by the woodpile, a long, lean hounfdog emerged into the late afternoon sunlight. He stretched and yawned and then slowly paced forward to his master's feet where he sat, his muzzle seeking his master's hand. For perhaps ive minutes they stood so and formed the most perfect pictureof back' woods comfort that can be seen. The pic' ture could not have been complete without any one of the three, ,the dog, his master and the cabin. 'Each belonged to the other. 4- I Adrian Reed CLIMBING . It was midfafternoon and the sun was pouring down its melting rays. Once more wesat down to rest. We were nearly there. Our eagerness drove us on and soon we heard the quack, quack, of ducks and an occasional pig grunt. Long before we had heard the baying Of hounds, and now they burst into view, theirtails whipping about as if to give them added speed. Not taking any chances up a tree we went. . When we were ,sure we were safe we looked around and above us on the mountain side we could see a thatched hut with a door hanging on a piece .of twisted vine. There a flapping of wings directed our gaze to an old man with a flowing white ,beard andua pipe clenched between his teeth. He was Sitting on a crooked yet comfortable looking chair, surrounded by apflock of ducks. At his feet was awlarge shaggy dog who occa- sionally looked sleepily at his more sleepy- 1'I13.St6I'. 4 Page Thirtyftwo

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ALICE OF- OLD VINCENNESM The historian and the romanticist alike, turn with pleasure to read Alice of Old Vincennes by Maurice Thompson. This book covers the main facts and most romantic incidents of Colonel, George Rogers Clark s memorable campaign on the Wabash in the midwinter of 1779. The source of Maurice 'Thompson's material was a letter in the private collection of a distinguished Creole family connected with the early life of old Vincennes. And a word as to the characters: Alice was the heroine of the town Vincennes, one of the earliest French posts on the Wabash. It was she who raised the Hrst flag and res- cued itifrom the British. We read of Col? onel George Rogers Clarke,ithe conquerer of the Wabash,'l and his thrilling leadership through the worst of trials of winter to res- cue the pest of Vincennes from the British' One ofthe most amusing characters is Emile jason, a famous scout in 'thetime of Boone and Clark. His famous patriotic cry on see' ing Alice's banner was,' Vive la banniere d'Alice Rousillon! Vive Zhorazh Vasinton! This book makes a vivid impression on the reader of that period of' American history which was most strenuous and of which we have so many! heroes. ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Edith Meyer . , l THE BEAUTY OF 'THE' PURPLE By WILLIAM STEARNS DAVIS i It is not frequent that an author achieves the double accomplishment of following his' tory in its strictest sense and-producing a vivid, enjoyable novel. With the aid of his historic theme, the delay 'of the capture of Constantinople by the Saracens, Davis has woven a delightful story of no little historic value, The Beauty of the Purple. Beiifg a professor of history, it is not un' natural that he should base his narrative on established chronicled events. His style is truly unsophist-icated, natural and vigorous. Its delight and beauty lie' in its simplicity which imparts to it a unifying strength. His writing is characteriked by a careless ease, tinged' with a subtle iroiiy, creeping in here and there. 'Even -his' most joyous and unrestrained events are suddenly mollified by Page the introduction of a fatality, mayhap de- pressing, but never morbid. He exhibits superb 'management of action, although he falters in one or two placesg for instance, at the time when the two plotters offer the crown to the unaccepting Leo-the characters' emotions during the offering and refusal appear to unreal and stageflike. On the whole, however, it must be ae' cepted as a beautiful,,powerful work, worthy of admiration. His characters go simply and unaffeetedly about their business, revealing in themselves their emotions, their fineness and weakness, blending together their lives always unique in strength of character, good or bad. E Iudson Benjamin MY GARDEN ACQUAINTANCEM Do you likeiibirds? If not, read thisessay of Lowell's, for it will teach you to appreciate them. If you do, read it for the satisfaction of agreeing, with the author on every phase. Turn to any page of it and you are intro' duced to, one of our feathered friends in a manner souknowing and simple that you can imagine yourself lying under the elm watchf ing the red squirrels chase through the branches, or you are at the window watching the silly love making of the crow, trying to soften his croak to a coo, as Lowell says, with the 'ieffect of a Mississippi boatman quoting Ten-Bryson. , - Unlike the modern informal essays of Mor' ley or ,Boreham, this does not contain that free philosophy of life, but rather treats on the subject matter in a detailed way. One might call My ,Garden Acquaintancen crif tical as well as informative, for in it Lowell studies White's Natural History of Selbourne, from which he received his first impressions of outdoor life. b Victoria Maxwell SMALL MEN MENTIONED IN THE . BIBLE Nehemiah fKnee high miahj, joshua the son of Nun fNonej. 'Peter who slept on his watch. Bildad the Shuhite Qshoe highj. A history. pupil thought the Poll tax was a tax on Parrots. Thirtyfone

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Everything seemed so quiet, peaceful, and comfortable, I believe I could have fallen asleep where I was, but for the- baying of the hounds below. The old man paid no heed to our calls and acted as if he had seen the same thing everyday. Finally our yelf ling was rewarded by the appearance of a young man. He was tanned, bare legged and ragged, and walked with a sturdy non' chalant confidence that surprised us. On reaching the tree he asked no questions but merely stated that we must-leave at once and riot return. - A I do not believe that I shall ever see an' otherlyouth who acted more independently. Everything we saw pointed to the fact that they lived ,merely for the sake of living, helpf- ing no one and hindering no one. ' I do not care to live a life of bare ex? stence but to help and be helped. ' George Ockershausen ,.. 4.....M - V A CORRECTION One day a man discovered that the wallet in which he had nine dollars was ripped. Immediatelyfhe went to a tailor and had it stitched. While removing the money from the wallet, a petty' thief watched him. Never 'since that night has he believed that 'La stitch in time saves nine. ' c i 'John Ehrbar A MAN AND DOG IN THEIR CABIN A quiet scene-one of deep reflection, a man and his dog in a farfaway cabin. The man is surrounded by queer relics about the room. The cabin is afglow with the unsteady light of an oil lamp brightened now and then by a fresh spluttering of the fire on the hearth. At this time of day relaxation is theirs and they glory in the peace and homliness of their castle. This evening the man's ' thoughts wonder to a quaint village in another land. There he relieves his early years, telling his dog, who listens, seemingly taking in every word of the tales, the times of yesterday. Now the cabin is dark, the occupants are at rest, eager for another day's surprises and so to be ready for their next period of ref laxation and reflection. Rushmore Houghton A ROLLING STONE -GATHERS MOSS 'We have ever been told that if we keep flitting around, doing first one thing and then another, we will never amount to any' thing or earn a living. On the contrary, I would point out a number of peranibulating stones who have rolled their way around the world doing first one thing and then another. You may ask what they have to show as the result of their time wasted. They' can not show any material thing but if you should engage them in conversation, you would real' ize -what they have gained in knowledge, ad' venture and education. Among these who make it their professions to 'roam over the world, I would point out Richard Halliburf ton whom we all know. He rolled' over the Mediterranean, South America, and through the Panama 'Canal under his own steam. He wanderedthrough South America with an organ and a monkey as a'means'of livcli' hood. And see what he has for' his moss4 experience,iadventure, money flowing abund' antly from his books and above all, the in' terest of the publicj I - - - ' T' ' Edith Meyer ' Q ' A TRIBUTE fu Among the class of Hfteen which was graduated from Rye Neck High School, june 1924, was ai quiet, retiring boy who was chosen by his classmates as treasurer of the class. H . As a student his work was always ready and prepared with a painstaking exactness which is unusual among boys .of his age. His ambition to pursue a college course was realized and last June his name apeared in the list of graduates from Colgate. During a call on Rye Neck friends early this spring he expressed himself as being somewhat undecided as to a business career but that he had as a definite' plan, to be car' ried out this year, atrip around the world. This pleasure was not to be his, forafter a few daysvillness in the Port' Chester hospital, he died. ' A ' We have a pleasant memory of a quiet manner and a genial smile,'in fact, nothing but the very best could be said of Weyman Walker, Jr. Page Thirty'thrc'e